"prakash" poems
Homeless child
Do you see the pain in his eyes ?
Hear the mourn in his cries ?
He is drained inside,
Hopeless and helpless
Can you feel his pain ?
His burden and hunger
And that tired body
Beaten by the unstoppable rain.
It was never his choice to be homeless
It was never his choice to be in the warzone
To lose his parents and his lovely home.
His choice was to be happy,
To build his home and his family,
To serve the country and community
Now who cares for him ?
Do you understand his tears,
His story behind the newsletters ?
He was never a homeless child.
-Prakash
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
Like a free bird
I want to fly across the sea
I want to breathe in the freshness of the world
And feel the sands beneath the river
I want to see the endless sky
of the early morning
And talk with luminous stars at night
I wonder how amazing it would be
I want to renew myself by traveling
And Discover who am I
By being in the different worlds of newness
And feel the beauty that lies within
There are so many things that I want to do,
To see and to feel
But that's just a dream of mine
A Dream within a dream of a housewife
-Prakash
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
ప్రకాశం లో sri prakash మల్లే
ప్రశాంతమైన వాతావరణం లోనే
ప్రదీపాల్లా వెలిగామే.
నాలుగు వర్షాలు వనవాసాలే
నలు వైపులా పుర్తయ్యాయే
నవ లోకానికే ఇది శ్రీకారమే .
మాటలు వేరైనా. . .ప్రాంతాలు వేరైనా. . .అలవాట్లు వేరైనా. . .
విహంగాలుగా విహరించామే ఇన్నాళ్ళు ఈ చోటా . .
తర తరాలా కదల మళ్లీ ముందుకే వచ్చింది రా
వీడ్కోలు అంటూ walkout చేయాలే . .
అనుభవాలనే పంచేస్తూ జ్ఞానాన్నే అందించిన పండితులనుంచి sendoff తీసుకోవాలా. .
పూర్తైన పాఠం లా చివరాకరికే వచ్చేసాము
labs అంటూ తిరిగమే project అంటూ వెలుతున్నామే . .
కలిసుండే కలం అంతా కరిగిపోయింది
కష్టం ఉన్నా సరే ఇష్టం గా స్వికరించాలే .
I am missing my college
SRI PRAKASH COLLEGE OF ENGINEERING
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 2:56 AM UTC
She died in my dream
I remember her last smile
And the last drop of tears that came out of her eyes,
I remember her last breath
and the Painful unstoppable beats of my heart.
My mind became completely blind.
Like a crying angry baby,
I was holding her with deep grief
And lost her whom I loved more than anything.
I felt like the worst suffering hit my life
Every happiness just disappeared from my life
Now my heart only feels pain and my mind only grief
Where should I go, I just want to be free.
Walking miles with pain in my heart
I wish joy would kiss me on my journey
Loneliness is the only feeling that i feel now
I wish peace would come into my heart; that would seal it.
This is what I saw in my dream dear
He told her with teary eyes,
His shaky voice was showing some love
That was unmeasurable.
She smiled and hugged him
She said, "your love is what gives me hope to live, It's just a dream that fades away but my love for you in my heart forever stays.
-Prakash
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
I wonder,
if we can taste our own words,
before we deliver them to someone.
And I think about the changes they will make in someone's life.
I wonder,
If we can spread positive words
More than negativity that exists
And I think of people surrounding the world
With love, peace and harmony
I just can't stop wondering about the power of words
That can either put fire into the world or change it
-Prakash
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
Think of me too,
For the mercy, I have shown you.
For the forgiveness, I have given you.
Dear child think of me too.
In the midst of the wilderness, I was there for you.
Guiding you through dark nights in desert
I was the light that showed you the way,
I was there for you; I was the clouds on sunny days.
Wiping your tears, i heard your mourning,
Your aching heart was full of wounds.
comforting you with my promising words
I was there for you, when everybody else rejected you.
I took your guilt away and filled you with joy
I carried your burden so your life could enjoy
I was beaten by the words of blame
Only for you, dear child think of me too.
Think of my unconditional love
And my sacrifices and remember,
Everything that I have belongs to you
Dear child, think of me too.
-Prakash
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
I knew my dad was an angel.
Once, I saw him helping a poor man
I remembered the brightest smile in his face
opening his wallet; he gives small amount
That can feed more than a homeless.
He used to say,"the true pleasure
comes when you give others.
Those who are in need of."
yes dad, happiness should always be
shared with others through giving; I added.
I knew my dad was a hero,
He was just different kind of hero
Hero that spread love around him
And encourage other to live justly
He used to say,"when we spread love,
It brings peace and joy that will remove
The pain and hatred from our hearts."
Yes dad, love can heal everything I added.
I remembered everything about my dad
He was a leader, he was a dreamer
He was a teacher, he was a achiever
But mostly importantly he was human
A very genuine one.
-Prakash
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 4:15 PM UTC
One day, only love will remain
Moments will be remembered
Days I used to spend thinking about you
Holding your hand and seeing your tired eyes
Hearing your mournful prayer in the morning
And your adventurous desires at night
What do you want to accomplish now ?
Your achievements are unmeasurable
Your life is full of pain and happiness,
Sometimes Peace or struggles.
You became who you wanted to be
You did what you wanted to do
Do you have anything left besides
Your body, soul and little bit of breath ?
You are a winner, you are a warrior
You aren't empty
You gave everything for the sake of goodness
You sacrificed everything for sake of morality
You are who you are
You have expressed yourself honestly
Through tough times, you have grown
You have fell, been emotionally beaten
But you rose up, and stood strong.
Your story will remain as old memories
- Prakash
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
Oh unlimited form of energy,
When thou will come to me.
Will it be as early as it should be
Or be so late to be of no use for me?
I wonder when thou will come,
I ponder how thou will come.
What should I do just sit and wait,
Or pull myself together and do a work great.
But to do a work great I need thou,
And to make you come to me I bow.
Oh unlimited form of energy,
When thou will come to me.
Am I loud enough to reach you,
Or for you to find me should I leave a clue.
Oh but I'm in a situation so dilemmatic,
Anyone would if listen it'll sound hectic.
I even don't know I'm reaching you or not,
And if I've reached I don't know you're bound to me or not.
-Divya Prakash Bhardwaj
(DPBian art)
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
Dear Old Women
Oh Dear old women, what do you see ?
Fear of death or joy of tomorrow.
Oh dear old women, what do you feel ?
Ache in your hearts or peace in your minds?
At the edge of time,
Do you think of yourself like a sun
that is about to set ?
Or like a new morning sun that is about
To shine again ?
Your legs are tired, aren't they ?
Your body wants to rest.
But your mind wants to travel
And you heart wants to be refreshed.
Your feet want to touch the soil of the beach
Your fingers want to touch the flowing stream
Your eyes want to see the mountains
And Your nose want to smell the daffodils.
Dear old women, I hear your mourns
I see your tears and hear your heartbroken cries
Your prayers of lamentation
in the middle of every night.
Dear old women, don't give up
You're still breathing, you can endure a bit of pain.
For the reward you are going to get
May not be in earth but unerringly in heaven.
- Prakash
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
This guy is stealing your poems and putting them on PoemHunter.com as his own
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC